These days I think a lot; too much for my own good and sanity.

I reckon I've turned into a stranger even to myself, someone I don't identify with anymore.

And increasingly, there no longer holds reason for existence, as petty as it began with.
Questioning everything does nothing but amplify the void.

Simply put, I don't know who I am, what I'm doing, why I'm doing what I'm doing. I don't believe in myself any longer - you can't believe in something you don't understand.

Self-sabotage.

Some days I beg for all this to end. Some days I'm wary of what that entails.